Four years and one day ago Jon gave me a diamond, or to be more precise a diamond ring. The first of four diamonds he's given me since we've been together. Yesterday was our fifth anniversary; five years together, four of them engaged and one year nine months of them married.

I'll never forget the night Jon proposed. We'd been officially together a year and dating eight weeks longer than that, we'd recently bought our first home and been living in it for a month and one day. After all the expense of moving in we didn't have a great deal of money for going out to celebrate our first official anniversary. Instead Jon ran me a bubble bath and cooked spaghetti bolognese for our tea. Tea finished and then came pudding - out from the kitchen he bought a bowl covered by a plate and put it infront of me. While I was removing the plate to reveal the diamond ring he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was in my pyjamas and my hair was soaking wet! The last thing I expected was to be proposed to. Beautifully simple and forever memorable.

The day Anabelle was born Jon gave me three more diamonds. This time set into a necklace.

The week before Anabelle died Jon had bought the necklace ready to give me on her birthday. After the threat of a premature labour he'd thought he'd better get something sooner rather than later just incase her birth was going to be soon than he'd originally anticipated. Her birthday arrived days after the necklace did; never did we expect I'd be given it in the circumstances that were.

Anabelle's necklace is beautiful; chosen by Jon because he felt it represented our family, three little diamonds. The biggest diamond for Daddy, the middle diamond for Mummy and the tiny little diamond for our beautiful baby Belle.

Who knew five years ago at the start of our relationship what we would be living now.